An aching heart

by Chris aka Reaper   Jun 22, 2009


Why is it that every time I put my heart on the line it always seems to get crushed
I'm there for the person I Love,yet it's still not enough
I know we may have our problems in life
we make a truce to be there with one another helping each other get through it
I stay there!
Be all that I can for this individual
I have my problems but I'm still here for her,

I guess in the end there's no one you can trust
Love is just an illusion to the heart
Words to be said that are filled with other emotion as well

What is love?
Is it real or is it just a meir thing that is said to be honest?

In my eye's no one's honest
"I'll be here always and forever loving you no matter what"
I've heard this many times
but when I make a mistake the person who told me this leave's
disappears without a trace
leaving me feel alone and cold once more
with the thought of death in my brain
with scars on my wrist from when I cut to take away the misery,

I am hurt
I am a problem child
but does this mean no one will spend their life aside me
where I could hold them throughout the nights
tell them I Love them with everything I am
I guess so!

It's alright
My life has given me many things that have brang pain
I guess Love is one more of them,
So I will find my reflection dissolving in the mirror in front of me
Goodbye to those who've had my heart
Hello to those who want my heart!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • 15 years ago

    by Love Panda

    >>this poem is good, it could be great with a little more effort, some spelling mistakes and the rhymes are all mixed up. your words are true and passionate which is rare to come accross nowerdays. i feel the hurt seeping through this poem, which makes it that little bit easier to read.<<

    Not bad.

    IBE
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  • 15 years ago

    by Mary

    Hey
    i really like this poem
    IT is very true and that is how love/life is... i totally agree with everything in the poemm
    Life is just life though
    we gotta live with what we get from it
    and not hurt ourselves over little things.
    With joy comes sorrow and with sorrow comes joy
    thats just the pattern of lifee

    Great job with the poem
    Good Luck =)

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